empty bottles
empty eyes
empty minds
empty cries
maternal love with no grace
fun with nothing but haze
eyes deep blue
fallen wings
featherless in the air
no thoughts for humanity
no thoughts for blood
no thoughts for soul
yet more intoxication
dilation
stinging
poisoning
without a care
no intentions
no point
just physical love with no understanding
one day healed
but until then
she keeps falling
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Author:
Aals (
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- Comment from author about the poem: All my poems are from God, a reality check. My mom abused me for years and im recovering, not hating her for it anymore. Instead im learning her mind, what she thinks about, i know her well enough, poetry has always helped me. The only way i know healing comes is from God.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments4
WELCOME FRIEND ~ THANKS FOR SHARING A WELL WRITTEN POEM BUT WITH A PAINFUL CONTENT ! As you say poetry is cathartic and helps to heal painful memories and enable sus to forgive ~ but not forget. Thinking of you and your MOM' I agree with youir prognosis ~ only God can heal ~ only God can inspiren our writing, Thanks for caring ~ Yours BRIAN
Welcome to MPS. Great write
Very deep meaning, one I know well which you've expressed so vivid in this poem, very well done. Keep up the good work, you are very inspirational.
This is an amazing write. I can relate to this piece. I felt the connection flowing when I read this. It is clear how your mother has hurt you and how she keeps making mistakes but doesn't care if she does. Stay with this and her.
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